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No Such Thing As Forgetting
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Ongoing, First published Jul 12, 2022
For years, these boys were locked up. They were used for an old man's personal desires. They were tortured, beaten, abused. None of them knowing the next time that they would see daylight.

They made a plan. They fought. Together, they got away, but at what price?

Six years after they got out, some of them have made things of themself. Some of them went on to be child defense lawyers, to help kids get out of tough situations. Some of them went on to be therapists. Some of them, though, aren't doing as good. Some of them were left broken with nothing and no one to hold them together. 

What happens when one of the boys reaches out and plans a big get together? What happens when the others realize that one of their former buddies isn't doing as good as the rest?
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The leaving 11 years on on going stopped up dating for a awhile

2 parts Complete Mature

The leaving. It was hard, tragic , painful, yet it had to be done, I needed to save my life. I didn't want to start again, this would be the story of finding myself, pulling myself back together, reuniting the happy go lucky youngster I had once been. The shock of leaving took more of a toll on me than I thought it would. I had asked two people to help me move out of the house I had shared with my partner for 8 years, we had been together 23 years in total. The move was done in total secrecy, my partner could never know in advance, it was a very scary time. I had moved various things out of the house and secured a rent on a property nearby. The house I picked was near the School the children went to, and my oldest lad was going to be near his best friend. My Mother told me of the property it was advertised on the web, we both went and had a look, even that was scary, I didn't want to be seen by anyone and became paranoid that I would be caught out. For many months I lived on a new kind of fear, the fear of someone finding out that I planned to leave my abusive partner, though of course no one knew my seemingly happy, funny, generous partner was abusive. Finding the house was one thing, getting the various companies to connect the house and exchanging the information of my current address so they could varify that I was, who I said I was almost drove me mad. The day came to leave, My Mother and a very dear Friend came round as early as possible, we packed as much as we could. This included taking the boys clothes, bedding, toys, stuff from the garden, my stuff. We had 3 cars the packing seem to take all day. By the end we had to get going to be able to unpack, leaving me time to pick up the boys from School and settle them in their new home. I couldn't do it at first,I started to cry then scream, to leave the world I had put so much of my life into, and now in a split second would be leaving was breaking my heart.